The three Saints faced the Great Devil, standing like a wall between him and the distant troops. For a moment, none of them moved — the abomination was studying the new enemies with its hollow eyes, while Jet and her comrades were observing his gaunt form wearily.
"How is the situation?"
Her voice sounded a little stifled because of the pain.
Kai answered after a short pause:
"The Western Quadrant army should be reaching the Wolves, by now."
Jet nodded slowly.
"Good. Then… Effie, get down. You're too big of a target."
In the next moment, the ruins were torn apart by an explosion of harrowing violence.
The Great Devil did not wait anymore. It took a step forward, and at the same time, a hurricane of sand and screaming souls rose, making countless buildings shatter and dissolve into dust. That dust was caught by the wind, joining the obliterating whirlwind.
